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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
20
Views:
810
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 4
A year passes slowly. I’m still waiting for Mark to call me and tell me that I can go home. Whenever he calls me, he always says, “Not yet Fae. Not yet.”
I’ve visited once last winter break. Everyone was so excited to see me.
During the time I’ve been here, a war has started. People are calling it World War 3. Somehow, Hungary and the US and gotten into a fight, and are bombing each other.
Also, during the time I’ve been here, I’ve been trained to be a pilot for the Israeli army. I was very good at it.
One day, I’m at school talking about the war, and how Israel might be joining the war soon, and the office calls for me.
‘What now? Are they going to tell me that Mark has died? I hope not. The only other thing would be Mark calling me. I hope it’s the latter.’ I think to myself on my way to the office.
“Fae, you have a very important phone call. Here’s the phone.” The person at the dest tells me. She hands me the phone.
Mark is on the other line. He says, “Hi Fae! I have some good news and some bad news. First the good news. You get to leave Israel now! But the bad news is you don’t get to come home. You are going to the war. The US is now on a draft and the president wants you to go. You are the best person to go, because you have training and you are already over there. You need to start packing. I’ll be there in one week to take you to the place you have been assigned to. I will see you then. Bye.” he hangs up the phone before I could say anything.
I’m shocked again. I don’t know whether to be mad or happy. Mad because I have to go the war, and happy because I can finally get out of here. I’ve been waiting to get out of here for a long time now, but this is now where I wanna go. I want to go home!
I’ve had very little experience in fighting. I try to call him back, but they tell me he just left, and is going out of town. “I really need to talk to him! Is there any other way I can reach him?”
“No, he’s about to board a plane going to Czechoslovakia, and won’t be back for about 2 weeks. I’m sorry Fae,” The man on the other line replies.
I go back to my classroom. Dana says, “Fae, what was that about?”
“I’m leaving again.”
“Are you going back home?
“No, I’m gong to the war. I have to fight for the US.”
“Oh my God! Why?”
“I don’t really know. I hope I’m not going to be there long.” I try to figure out why I have to go.
It takes me the whole weekend to pack. I have to put all of the stuff I need for the war in one bag, and all of the rest of my stuff in another bag.
On my last night on Israel, Dana takes me to one of her favorite clubs. When we get there she orders us two drinks. “This is her last night in Israel. She is going to war tomorrow. We need to show her a great time!” Dana tells the waitress and everyone at our table.
“Sure, I’ll bring you all some of our celebration drinks.” the waitress says.
“Why me? Why does all this shit always happen to me? First, my parents die, then I’m sent away to Israel, and now I’m going to the war tomorrow!” I complain. I’m pretty drunk now and pretty much just speaking my mind now.
“Fae, don’t think about that right now, this is your last night, have some fun! I think you need a few more beers.” The waitress brings us another round. I decide that getting really drunk is not a good idea, with me leaving tomorrow, so I decide to leave and go home.
“I’ve got to get going, I need to get a good nights sleep before I leave. I probably won’t be able to sleep much for a while.” I tell Dana.
“Come on Fae! Don’t be a party pooper.”
“Sorry, I’ll find a ride home. You can stay. I’ll see you in the morning.” and with that, I leave.
I’ve visited once last winter break. Everyone was so excited to see me.
During the time I’ve been here, a war has started. People are calling it World War 3. Somehow, Hungary and the US and gotten into a fight, and are bombing each other.
Also, during the time I’ve been here, I’ve been trained to be a pilot for the Israeli army. I was very good at it.
One day, I’m at school talking about the war, and how Israel might be joining the war soon, and the office calls for me.
‘What now? Are they going to tell me that Mark has died? I hope not. The only other thing would be Mark calling me. I hope it’s the latter.’ I think to myself on my way to the office.
“Fae, you have a very important phone call. Here’s the phone.” The person at the dest tells me. She hands me the phone.
Mark is on the other line. He says, “Hi Fae! I have some good news and some bad news. First the good news. You get to leave Israel now! But the bad news is you don’t get to come home. You are going to the war. The US is now on a draft and the president wants you to go. You are the best person to go, because you have training and you are already over there. You need to start packing. I’ll be there in one week to take you to the place you have been assigned to. I will see you then. Bye.” he hangs up the phone before I could say anything.
I’m shocked again. I don’t know whether to be mad or happy. Mad because I have to go the war, and happy because I can finally get out of here. I’ve been waiting to get out of here for a long time now, but this is now where I wanna go. I want to go home!
I’ve had very little experience in fighting. I try to call him back, but they tell me he just left, and is going out of town. “I really need to talk to him! Is there any other way I can reach him?”
“No, he’s about to board a plane going to Czechoslovakia, and won’t be back for about 2 weeks. I’m sorry Fae,” The man on the other line replies.
I go back to my classroom. Dana says, “Fae, what was that about?”
“I’m leaving again.”
“Are you going back home?
“No, I’m gong to the war. I have to fight for the US.”
“Oh my God! Why?”
“I don’t really know. I hope I’m not going to be there long.” I try to figure out why I have to go.
It takes me the whole weekend to pack. I have to put all of the stuff I need for the war in one bag, and all of the rest of my stuff in another bag.
On my last night on Israel, Dana takes me to one of her favorite clubs. When we get there she orders us two drinks. “This is her last night in Israel. She is going to war tomorrow. We need to show her a great time!” Dana tells the waitress and everyone at our table.
“Sure, I’ll bring you all some of our celebration drinks.” the waitress says.
“Why me? Why does all this shit always happen to me? First, my parents die, then I’m sent away to Israel, and now I’m going to the war tomorrow!” I complain. I’m pretty drunk now and pretty much just speaking my mind now.
“Fae, don’t think about that right now, this is your last night, have some fun! I think you need a few more beers.” The waitress brings us another round. I decide that getting really drunk is not a good idea, with me leaving tomorrow, so I decide to leave and go home.
“I’ve got to get going, I need to get a good nights sleep before I leave. I probably won’t be able to sleep much for a while.” I tell Dana.
“Come on Fae! Don’t be a party pooper.”
“Sorry, I’ll find a ride home. You can stay. I’ll see you in the morning.” and with that, I leave.